It's scary to change. I'm certainly not into change. But I want a different outcome than I'm getting and to do this I have to change what I'm doing. Or at least that's the theory. I'm fat and unhappy. This blog is part of my emotional therapy to help me change. I actually started changing about a year ago. But I guess I should start at the beginning. I've looked back and this is, I believe, the event that started me down my weight gain.
My woes started New Years Eve in 2001 in New Orleans. I took a little trip with some friends to party it up for the non millennium new year. Between all the partying and the fun my group of friends deconstructed. We were a group of 4 people. We partied so hard in New Orleans that we reached that state of drama that can only be obtained from excessive partying. A few things happened:
1. Brittany tried to sleep with Bobby, the man I desired and while we weren't exactly dating, we spent all our time together (I know "he just wasn't that into me" but it felt like it....) In other words I acted like we were dating.
2. Brittany told me that I wasn't her best friend and that only I thought she was my best friend.
3. My group of friends broke up. I had lost all my friends since coming to college. (overly dramatic, but those were the times)
4. I dropped out of college.
This, I believe, is the impetus for the decline that followed in my life. More to come. I must study for a test tomorrow. After test more talk.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
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"we spent all our time together (I know "he just wasn't that into me" but it felt like it....) In other words I acted like we were dating."
yeah I am sooo guilty of that.
"we spent all our time together (I know "he just wasn't that into me" but it felt like it....) In other words I acted like we were dating.""
o sister, I am so guilty of that. ;)
fuck that crazy lady... (psycho!!!)
It's funny for you to say that you are unhappy since I consider you one of the happiest people I know. Especially when we drink together. 12 weeks of no alcohol.. harsh. For me though, not you. I'm sure you can handle it since you're one of the stronger people I know as well. Good luck sweety! I look forward to reading more about your endeavors.
Maybe we can work out a liquid diet for the both of us one week and we can live through it together. The no alcohol thing will be hard for me but I think I can do it.
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